I've been real tired lately, in a hypnogogic haze. No time, can't sleep; class will eat me. Between that and the spell check not working, expect some misspelled words.
The kids found out I'm an artist today, and I was soon conscripted to draw dragons. Many dragons. And a cowboy in a hot rod with flames on its side.
The kids are starting to think I'm cool, which feels pretty cool. Two girls seem to have crushes on me, and I spent most of the time with kids following me, grabbing my hand, or just standing by me on the kickball field. ^_^
This may be the funnest job ever.